A holiday of sorts

Today is the day our son was born..but it is not his birthday. He was born at the break of dawn on Palm Sunday. Every year I secretly celebrate this
morning. Today we are at the Point, lake blue with sunshine.

Family breakfast was prepared by Apis (my husbands chosen online moniker). Fried eggs with grilled asparagus, bell peppers and feta on toast. Hot coffee and conversation with the children while staring at the Lake. We are packing up for our meander home...complete with sledding picnic (green salad with steak and lentils) and snow hiking with the littles.

Sundays..how I wish you'd never end!